Category Archives: Musing

What paths illuminated by the small stars in the dark
Are to be tread when the deep hours of the night depart?
One may wander and stumble to and fro,
In doing so they squander what time they have to find home.
Given time one may learn what dim path to take
As long as the lesson they do not abbreviate.
Even the wisest are not certain of which dark star to follow,
But their minds are open to learn which ends are hollow.
We all choose a path and further down may choose another,
we cannot always tread the same way as our sisters and brothers.

Sensation is real
And suffering is true,
And freedom from pain is the dream we hold to.
This does not exclude everything else,
This does not define what is real for the self.
In my own dream I say what I see.
Though you may not see the same as me.
We all dream and are dreaming
The dreams our brains are selling.
What happens when one wakes up?
Now that would be telling.

I am above nothing,
I am no night.
I cast no shadow,
I am no light.
I am darkness
And I am day.
I am the sun, the moon, and stars.
I am all time, all within and afar.
All and nothing, all that is and isn’t.
The void and the abyss are deep,
But I am deeper.
The universe has awoken,
Yet I remain a sleeper.
What am I? Can you answer?
Can you see beyond the sieve?
I am all and no one.
But that is too easy to believe.

She stares into the distance
At nothing. At something.
Expecting sight to be rewarded with newness.
Queens have risen and died, kings have fallen,
In the time she took to realize
Her place was small.
Dogs do not look upon the fallen and weep.
She stood, to eternally be.
Just that, to be.
What did she stand to do?
She reached down,
And helped her neighbor to his feet.

Into the night that may swallow whole
What fear we have and render silent the voices that may protest.
On deaf ears our crys fall,
An uncaring void, unwelcoming, and unable to
See how we fall, motionless,
Into the apathy of entropy that holds the universe in check.
What pride, what arrogance would grow rampant
Had not the tree of knowledge bestowed the gift of mortality.

I’ve seen the void and the void has seen me.
There is a tendency for reclaiming.
For a shadow: light, one can’t be blaming.
I, we all have become shadows, here see,
In the nothing we’re remaining to be.
Under a burning hot star, we’re slaving;
Futile mastery: elements taming.
Mankinds greed, a target too high for me.
The earth bows to no man; man to no one.
A forgotten creator looks down on
The ambitions of man under the sun.
And four fold to pay back what was stolen,
The debt in place, the back it’s borne upon,
Having been paid, He collects from no one.

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ChainsawPenguin is a collection of some of my writings, mostly poems, that I've put together based on content. Please share any comments, criticism, or questions you may have as I would love to hear from you and I would be appreciative of the feedback.
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-Lee